Luyện nghe bài hát What More Can I Say?

Are you not
Are you not
Is this not why here?

Uh, uh, huh
Turn the up
Turn me
Guru, let's go get 'em
This time it's for the money my
stand up

There's never been a nigga this good for this
hood
Or pop is hot
Or strong
so many different flows
This ones for this
The next one I'll up
This one get bit up
These
To lazy to make up
crazy
They don't pictures
They just me
You know
Soon they forget who they
They whole from
And try to the outcome
I'm like,
I'm not a
I'm a
For and others
I say a big I'm only biggin' up my brother
Biggin' up my
I'm big to do it
I'm that
I know my own flow is foolish
So the rings and you sing about
em out
It's to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth
I'm in, new
seaters
A few
What can I tell you
Let me it for you
W-I-Double
Nobody truer H-O-V
And I'm for more
New ambassador
Minister back to finish my business up

What can I say?
What can I do?
I give all to you
I this much is true
My
(Look at my life)
(See I see)
What can I say to you
You it all

You already know what I'm
birds down south
Moving wet off the
Rain in the drought
Stunting on
off my shirt
But nothing on my clothes
my chain
My
H-O
Pitch the yea
Even if they patrol I payroll
Benz for
they roll
Private down to Turks and Caheos
case loads
I don't give a
Nigga one life to live I let a day go
Bye
me being fly
Fresh to
to toe until the day I rest
And I don't jerseys I'm thirty plus
me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button ups
S dots on my
Make a complete
What more can I say Guru play the

We gonna let ride into the hook
I'ma snap my fingers on one
more can I say to you?
Get my man on
go!
(What can I say?)

Now you know ass is
they got you in a mag
For like a billi
And ass ain't Lilly

That mean that shit you write be illy
Either that or your is silly
both
I don't to boast
But if I don't brag
Them crackers gonna act like I ain't on ads
The Martha
far from Jewish
Far from a student
Just had the to do it
And no I'm not through it
In fact I'm just it
This the show I'm just EQ'in it
One, two and I stop abusing it
To groupie stop false accusing it
to the music
The Maybach roof is
Niggas got a Houston
up be
They shut up me
down I
Not P.E.
ride
God me for my brash delivery
But I remember
What these did to me
So me
Letting these clowns nit at me
Paint me a pickiny
I will
Tee-Tee in the forehead
Tell her forgive me
Then squeeze your forehead
I'm not the one to points off
In
I got a to knock your points off

Hova the God nigga for me
I'm at the Trump
Ask for me
I ain't never
I'm
You ain't there
Nigga why would I care
Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around
nobody
Look what I
The of a hustler I really ran the street
I CEO's
That marketing was me
And no I ain't get shot up a whole of times
Or up shit in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated, say a, Busta Rhymes
But the real you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I plat a bunch of times
Times that by my
On pop
I to be number one on everybody's list
We'll see what happens when I no exist
this

(What can I say?)